This is a song about "Talking anout soneone"

Keep talking shit you'll be enslaved,

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Quit talking overconfident,

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Yes im talking bout the plants

She's cute but her forehead's big

Quit talking like ya ill minded,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Keep talking, i can't hear you

Don't fuck around and make it true

The weed in me is real sticky

And since you were talking filthy,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,